warnings: Character death. This is my first fan fiction so it can be kinda crack... I have bad English so there is probably many mistakes... But you don't die any of them. (I hope you don't)
Rate: No any idea. Maybe k+
He didn't know why he couldn't sleep. This must be the fourth night that he tried and failed. he rotated in his bed, trying to find a position which he could sleep.
"Fuck. I really hate insomnia."
He rose up and walked to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water and looked the mirror. He saw his long dark blue hairs falling on his shoulders and dark circles under his eyes.
"Fuck that damn baka usagi."He cursed "Why he went to die?" He asked himself still loking on the mirror.
He couldn't sleep because of him. But why? Did he really meant something to him? He asked he died he didn't show any tears, he didn't show any kind of care. So why that bothered him so much now? He knew the answer, but he didn't want to admit it. He just wanted to forget him. No he wanted to forget that he love him. Like Lavi was loved him before he died. He wanted to forget that all, so he could get out of the pain.
He sighed and walked back on his bed. He tried to sleep again. Why he couldn't? He knew the answer. He was missing him. More than anything else in hole world. Even if he didn't tell that to anyone, even if he didn't want to belive that he was the reason.
He was tired. VERY tired. He really wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so badly.
"Maybe fresh air can help." He toughed.
He rose up again, but this time he opened the door and walked on the hall (or what I should call it?). He started to walk all the way up on the tower.
Suddenly he stopped and watched the door. That was been Lavi's room. Before he died of course. No one lived here anymore. He stared the door and walked in front of it. He crapped on the door handle and pushed the door open.
The room smelled ink, the floor was covered with old papers and there were a lot of books. He remember that he had always said that they were in logical order, but he couldn't see anything logic on it.
He walked inside of the room. He saw another door what leads on wc, he saw a bed, closet and a desk (+ the old papers and books that I mention earlier). Everything was just like before. Anything wasn't being removed. He just watched the room that another had left behind him. One thing drew his attention into it. It was a scarf. It just lay on the bed where another was leaved it. He walked over the room to to the bed and picked scarf up. It reminded him about the stupid red head.
"Baka." He said.
He was still holding the scarf on his hands. He sat on the bed and wrapped the scarf around his neck. It smelled old paper, because all those hours that Lavi was spent in library. it smelled ink andLavi too.
He layed on the bed imagining that Lavi was there when he will wake up. He imagined how he will woke up first and how he will yell to another to get up already. And how Laviwill just whine that it was too early to get up and he should sleep with him. Then Lavi will pull him back to the bed and he will hug him. He almost could feel the another body's warm when he imagined Lavi to hug him.
Maybe, but just maybe little smile appeared his face. He mumbled something and fell a sleep.
Jepss.. Again this is my first fan fiction ever. Don't know was it good but I have some problems with English so...
But please tell me was it totally failure or was it ok.
I wrote this about six times and always when I was going to publish this my computer just went to black so i decided to wait until today and write it to library. That was pretty annoying because I get the idea of this about Friday... But I couldn't write it then because I was on holiday so I had to wait until Sunday and when I couldn't publish it then it was pretty fucking annoying.
But now it's ready :)